Come on, hit me right here

"Kill!"

A group of cultivators from the Stellar Transformation Immortal Sect shamelessly swarmed forward, unleashing divine abilities, secret arts, and immortal treasures without restraint.

A bronze cauldron soared through the air, spinning wildly as it unleashed a swarm of crows formed from black flames, their wings beating and scattering torrents of ink-dark fire.

A golden divine seal radiated light, summoning immortal generals clad in golden armor, wielding halberds with overwhelming ferocity.

Immortal swords, divine spears, and sacred halberds shot through the sky, each exuding the formidable aura of Mystic Immortal-tier weapons.

Beyond these, countless other terrifying and profound divine techniques erupted, filling the heavens with billions of immortal rays, weaving together into a cataclysmic force capable of annihilating all in its path.

Such an onslaught would be impossible for anyone of the same realm to withstand.

Yet, faced with this overwhelming assault, Gu Qingfeng merely uttered two words:

"Kneel."

With a single step forward, a monstrous surge of demonic energy erupted from his body, forming a towering pillar that pierced the heavens.

Before this terrifying demonic might, the bronze cauldron, golden seal, and other immortal treasures were tossed aside like paper.

At the same time, the disciples of the Stellar Transformation Immortal Sect paled as an immense pressure, like a divine mountain, crushed down upon them. Their charging bodies came to an abrupt halt, and against their will—

Thud! Thud! Thud!

—they dropped to their knees, the impact cracking the earth beneath them.

Gu Qingfeng’s two words still hung in the air, light as a whisper.

Fear spread like a tide.

The disciples were stunned. Gu Qingfeng’s strength was beyond comprehension—and most shockingly, they sensed no trace of the immortal aura unique to Golden Immortals. This meant he truly was a Mystic Immortal, just like them.

How was this possible!?

"With strength like yours, you dare to rob others?" Gu Qingfeng sneered, mocking their arrogance.

"A bunch of ants, unworthy of living. You’ll make fine nourishment for this Emperor. Heh heh heh..."

"Grasp of the Netherworld!"

Boom!

A ghastly gate to the underworld materialized in the void, oozing sinister demonic energy. The doors swung open, and countless monstrous ghostly hands shot out, grabbing the kneeling disciples and dragging them screaming into the abyss.

"Senior Brother Sima, save us!" they shrieked in desperation.

But Sima Tiancheng remained unmoved, watching with amusement as if these were not his fellow sect members.

Soon, the screams faded—all the disciples had been devoured, becoming mere sustenance for Gu Qingfeng.

Now, only Sima Tiancheng remained.

Gu Qingfeng eyed him with interest. "You don’t seem to care about their lives at all."

Sima Tiancheng chuckled. "Why would I? Sharing the spoils with so many would be a waste. Unfortunately, sect rules forbid infighting, so I had to borrow your hand to eliminate them."

"Don’t worry," Gu Qingfeng said. "You’ll join them soon enough."

"Oh?" Sima Tiancheng smiled. "You’re strong, but not strong enough. I’ve watched long enough—time to stretch my limbs."

With that, he struck first, conjuring the Mystic Star Seal.

Starlight coalesced in the sky, forming a colossal golden palm imprint that blotted out the heavens, its brilliance rivaling the stars themselves.

The seal descended, carrying the crushing weight of celestial bodies.

Gu Qingfeng’s eyes flickered with boredom. He took a single step forward and slashed his hand through the air like a blade.

Swoosh!

A streak of black demonic light sliced through the seal as effortlessly as cutting tofu.

"Is this all you’ve got? Pathetic."

"Ha, don’t rush," Sima Tiancheng said, unfazed. "I just needed to confirm one last thing."

He pointed to the golden star embedded in his forehead.

"Now that I’m certain you’re no Golden Immortal—though it wouldn’t matter if you were—know this: under the gaze of this eye, resistance is futile. Even a Golden Immortal would flee in terror."

Gu Qingfeng frowned. "You call that an eye?"

"Fool. If you had any discernment, you’d sense the terrifying stellar power within it. But since you’ll die anyway, I’ll enlighten you."

Sima Tiancheng’s voice dripped with arrogance.

"I am the sole personal disciple of the Stellar Transformation Ancestor—one of only two in the sect who’ve mastered the Stellar Transformation Art. This art allows one to melt stellar energy and wield it temporarily, though not permanently. But for me? No such limitation exists."

He smirked.

"Because I possess the legendary Great Zhou Heaven Stellar Dao Body! I can absorb stellar energy freely. The Stellar Transformation Art was made for me."

Gu Qingfeng sighed. "Get to the point."

Sima Tiancheng’s gaze turned icy. "In short? You’re dead."

"I’ve sealed a fraction of a stellar storm’s power within this eye—a force even Immortal Kings dare not face head-on. Though incomplete, it’s more than enough to erase an ant like you!"

"Finished?" Gu Qingfeng asked, unimpressed.

Sima Tiancheng’s expression darkened. After such a grand reveal, this was the reaction he got?

"Your blathering is tiresome. I thought your trump card would be something impressive, but a weakened stellar storm? This is what you’re proud of?" Gu Qingfeng tapped his chest. "Go on. Hit me."

Sima Tiancheng’s face twisted in fury. Did this fool not understand the sheer terror of a stellar storm?

"Since you’re eager to die, I’ll oblige!"

Enraged, he swiped a finger across his forehead. The golden star there flared, then slowly—

Creak.

—an eye opened.

A golden eye, brimming with the annihilating power of the stars.

Gu Qingfeng felt the destructive force but didn’t even blink. With the protection of his family’s Stellar Extremity Law, even a true stellar storm was nothing to him—let alone this diluted imitation.